Tuesday, March 22
8:30 PM: Sigh. What a day. <(9o9)> The things you miss when you go to mexico. Can we trade places now? I can do with some sun.
11:30 PM: (;o;) No replies yet. Is your phone dead or am I just annoying?
How I spent my spring break...
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Designation Alice
- Former Member
- Posts:72
- Joined:Thu Dec 09, 2010 6:54 pm
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Elijah Elliot
- Former Member
- Posts:994
- Joined:Sun Nov 21, 2010 11:39 am
Re: How I spent my spring break...
Tuesday, March 22
7:12 PM: Time to save more of the city! That’ll get much easier when you’re back
8:48 PM: Have I said how much I love stealth device Tosh made for me?
10:54 PM: Nazis and Carnies and robots, oh my
11:47 PM: Time to crash, gonna have a busy day tomorrow! Goodnight :)
Wednesday, March 23
5:44 AM: Good morning!
5:59 AM: Time to get fit and sweaty
7:04 AM: Extra big breakfast today. Volunteering at the hospital, and then I go to work at the greenhouse, full day
7:52 AM: Off to the hospital to practice healing
12:08 PM: I’m getting much better at healing! It’s getting easier to feel the energy that I need to focus on, though it’s still hard without plants to pull on
1:11 PM: Ate lunch in Perez to recharge, now time for greenhouse. Feel free to call though, I can take breaks when I want
6:27 PM: Back on campus for supper
6:28 PM: Guess what? You’re over halfway done in Mexico!
7:40 PM: I hope things aren’t going too badly. Text me when you can?
11:29 PM: Time to hang out, relax, and eat chocolate
Thursday, March 24
5:17 AM: Busy night wow, had long talk with Etienne and understand better now
5:18 AM: Also talked to Alice for while, her and Roach are going on a date this weekend! btw Roach sent you a pic of his ass the other day, hope it didn’t blind you
5:19 AM: People keep asking about you. Everybody’s hoping things are going well for you. Hope to hear from you soon!
7:12 PM: Time to save more of the city! That’ll get much easier when you’re back
8:48 PM: Have I said how much I love stealth device Tosh made for me?
10:54 PM: Nazis and Carnies and robots, oh my
11:47 PM: Time to crash, gonna have a busy day tomorrow! Goodnight :)
Wednesday, March 23
5:44 AM: Good morning!
5:59 AM: Time to get fit and sweaty
7:04 AM: Extra big breakfast today. Volunteering at the hospital, and then I go to work at the greenhouse, full day
7:52 AM: Off to the hospital to practice healing
12:08 PM: I’m getting much better at healing! It’s getting easier to feel the energy that I need to focus on, though it’s still hard without plants to pull on
1:11 PM: Ate lunch in Perez to recharge, now time for greenhouse. Feel free to call though, I can take breaks when I want
6:27 PM: Back on campus for supper
6:28 PM: Guess what? You’re over halfway done in Mexico!
7:40 PM: I hope things aren’t going too badly. Text me when you can?
11:29 PM: Time to hang out, relax, and eat chocolate
Thursday, March 24
5:17 AM: Busy night wow, had long talk with Etienne and understand better now
5:18 AM: Also talked to Alice for while, her and Roach are going on a date this weekend! btw Roach sent you a pic of his ass the other day, hope it didn’t blind you
5:19 AM: People keep asking about you. Everybody’s hoping things are going well for you. Hope to hear from you soon!
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Diego Mendez
- Former Member
- Posts:34
- Joined:Tue Jan 25, 2011 10:27 pm
Re: How I spent my spring break...
The text messages were being read...but Diego had little opportunity to reply. Since landing in Mexico, his father had been working him into the ground. Nothing Diego did seemed to impress Santos Mendez. In fact, nothing he had done had warranted any sort of approval from the man. It was just one more night though. One more night, and it would be over. His flight was tomorrow afternoon. He'd be back in Paragon City, and he could put this whole miserable trip behind him. For now though...
Diego ducked just a split second before the eskrima stick could connect with the side of his head.
For now his father was seeing just how super Diego's super reflexes were...
He managed to avoid the hit to the head, but Santos's leg snapped out, not even missing a beat when his initial attack missed. Diego stumbled back, gritting his teeth a little as he picked himself back up.
"Your mother was dodging bullets by the time she was your age!" his father barked.
Diego, who generally didn't rile so easily, couldn't help but bristle a bit when he brought his mother up. Santos disappeared in a thick whirl of smoke, teleporting away. The young man frowned as he assumed a defensive posture. The warehouse that they were using was full of shadows that his father liked to use to his advantage. It had the added effect of forcing Diego to use his meta abilities to fend off attacks. It was frustrating, to say the least.
"What exactly have you been doing at that school of yours, boy?"
Diego turned his head, trying to find the voice.
"Don't you understand the responsibility you bear with those powers of yours?"
The voice came from another part of the warehouse. Santos had teleported again.
"You were supposed to be learning at Westbrook. All I can see is that you've learned to play at being a hero. You've been wasting your time on something mundane, and in the end pointless."
Diego bristled once more. His time hadn't been wasted! In fact, most of his time spent at the school was spent dealing with the torments of Shortest Breath, something that his father would never understand. Those weeks had been spent doing anything but playing around! He teleported, leaving behind a dense cloud of purple smoke. He reappeared where he thought his father was.
He brought his forearms up in a block just barely in time to intercept the stick. It hurt like hell, and sent shivers of pain through his arm, but it was better than taking the blow full on in the face. "If you'd actually called...if you'd actually pretended for half a second that you honestly gave a shit about me-"
Santos's hand reached out, grabbing Diego. In one swift movement, Diego landed flat on his back. The air rushed out of him at when he hit the floor.
"Why do you think I flew you out here? You're slow, Diego."
Diego teleported again, reappearing on rickety catwalk above his father. He didn't move, didn't utter a sound. He watched his father prowl around below him.
"I could show you so much more than those teachers at that school of yours."
Santos disappeared. Diego tensed and waited. Sure enough, his father started talking again, this time a good distance away.
"I could show you how to use your powers to help the people who really need your help. The people here need heroes..."
Santos must have teleported again, because his voice came from another part of the warehouse.
"Let the heroes of Paragon City help their own. There is a cancer here. And you can help remove it."
The warehouse filled with a thunderous silence. Diego bit his lip as he scanned the warehouse floor below. He senses were screaming though. His dad was near. The problem was...where? He felt that now all too familiar chill wash over him. Santos appeared in front of him. The catwalk groaned in protest at the added weight, and Diego quickly realized just how rickety his position was as the metal rocked beneath his feet.
Diego frowned as he carefully rose from his crouched position. His father still held the eskrima sticks in hand, but he didn't raise them. He looked down at his son expectantly. Diego couldn't help but think just how much of an ass his father was. After all these years of being ignored for the most part, he suddenly just wanted Diego in his life again? And how deluded was Santos if he thought Diego would just magically decide to leave his mother to live in Mexico?
Diego shook his head. "I want no part of what you're doing, dad. Maybe you think I'm wasting my time at Westbrook, but I don't..."
He disappeared in a puff of purple smoke, teleporting back down to the warehouse floor. He glanced up at Santos. "I'm done here. I won't be coming back."
Diego ducked just a split second before the eskrima stick could connect with the side of his head.
For now his father was seeing just how super Diego's super reflexes were...
He managed to avoid the hit to the head, but Santos's leg snapped out, not even missing a beat when his initial attack missed. Diego stumbled back, gritting his teeth a little as he picked himself back up.
"Your mother was dodging bullets by the time she was your age!" his father barked.
Diego, who generally didn't rile so easily, couldn't help but bristle a bit when he brought his mother up. Santos disappeared in a thick whirl of smoke, teleporting away. The young man frowned as he assumed a defensive posture. The warehouse that they were using was full of shadows that his father liked to use to his advantage. It had the added effect of forcing Diego to use his meta abilities to fend off attacks. It was frustrating, to say the least.
"What exactly have you been doing at that school of yours, boy?"
Diego turned his head, trying to find the voice.
"Don't you understand the responsibility you bear with those powers of yours?"
The voice came from another part of the warehouse. Santos had teleported again.
"You were supposed to be learning at Westbrook. All I can see is that you've learned to play at being a hero. You've been wasting your time on something mundane, and in the end pointless."
Diego bristled once more. His time hadn't been wasted! In fact, most of his time spent at the school was spent dealing with the torments of Shortest Breath, something that his father would never understand. Those weeks had been spent doing anything but playing around! He teleported, leaving behind a dense cloud of purple smoke. He reappeared where he thought his father was.
He brought his forearms up in a block just barely in time to intercept the stick. It hurt like hell, and sent shivers of pain through his arm, but it was better than taking the blow full on in the face. "If you'd actually called...if you'd actually pretended for half a second that you honestly gave a shit about me-"
Santos's hand reached out, grabbing Diego. In one swift movement, Diego landed flat on his back. The air rushed out of him at when he hit the floor.
"Why do you think I flew you out here? You're slow, Diego."
Diego teleported again, reappearing on rickety catwalk above his father. He didn't move, didn't utter a sound. He watched his father prowl around below him.
"I could show you so much more than those teachers at that school of yours."
Santos disappeared. Diego tensed and waited. Sure enough, his father started talking again, this time a good distance away.
"I could show you how to use your powers to help the people who really need your help. The people here need heroes..."
Santos must have teleported again, because his voice came from another part of the warehouse.
"Let the heroes of Paragon City help their own. There is a cancer here. And you can help remove it."
The warehouse filled with a thunderous silence. Diego bit his lip as he scanned the warehouse floor below. He senses were screaming though. His dad was near. The problem was...where? He felt that now all too familiar chill wash over him. Santos appeared in front of him. The catwalk groaned in protest at the added weight, and Diego quickly realized just how rickety his position was as the metal rocked beneath his feet.
Diego frowned as he carefully rose from his crouched position. His father still held the eskrima sticks in hand, but he didn't raise them. He looked down at his son expectantly. Diego couldn't help but think just how much of an ass his father was. After all these years of being ignored for the most part, he suddenly just wanted Diego in his life again? And how deluded was Santos if he thought Diego would just magically decide to leave his mother to live in Mexico?
Diego shook his head. "I want no part of what you're doing, dad. Maybe you think I'm wasting my time at Westbrook, but I don't..."
He disappeared in a puff of purple smoke, teleporting back down to the warehouse floor. He glanced up at Santos. "I'm done here. I won't be coming back."
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Designation Alice
- Former Member
- Posts:72
- Joined:Thu Dec 09, 2010 6:54 pm
Re: How I spent my spring break...
Saturday, March 26
3:23 PM: Yo Diego! Do you hate us now or what! You ever gonna reply? ("¬_¬)
3:50 PM: Eli misses you and everyone is getting worried. <(ToT)>
3:52 PM: Are you back yet?
4:00 PM: Also I have a boyfriend now! ^(*v*)^ Wheee!
3:23 PM: Yo Diego! Do you hate us now or what! You ever gonna reply? ("¬_¬)
3:50 PM: Eli misses you and everyone is getting worried. <(ToT)>
3:52 PM: Are you back yet?
4:00 PM: Also I have a boyfriend now! ^(*v*)^ Wheee!
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Elijah Elliot
- Former Member
- Posts:994
- Joined:Sun Nov 21, 2010 11:39 am
Re: How I spent my spring break...
Thursday, March 24
9:31 AM: Gooood morning!
10:13 AM: I think I’ll go busk some more today. I think I’ll try guitar and singing instead of violin today
2:23 PM: Violin definitely is more successful
2:41 PM: Gonna head to Perez for a while, spend some time with trees
4:03 PM: Very peaceful here, once you get away from the gangs. Picnic sometime?
4:14 PM: Miss you lots!
6:23 PM: Gonna go work at the greenhouse but phone will be on
11:08 PM: Patrol time
Friday, March 25
1:03 AM: Nothing like kicking Nazi ass to end the night on a high note
1:27 AM: Sleepy time. Tomorrow’s your last day! Almost time for you to come back :D
5:39 AM: Good morning! Today’s your last day in Mexico :D
7:33 AM: I think I’ll go help out at the hospital this morning. Good way to distract myself from missing you for a bit
12:07 PM: Phew! Done at hospital. Hard work but rewarding
12:09 PM: Still missing you!
12:55 PM: Gonna spend more time in Perez
4:18 PM: Think I’m gonna take a nap. I’d say see you in my dreams but that’d be really cheesey
6:44 PM: Naps rock
7:03 PM: So what do you want to do when you get back? I want you to have a lot of fun make up for your bad week
11:28 PM: Think I’ll go hang out in the commons for a bit. Call and say hi if you want!
Saturday, March 26
1:21 AM: I think I’m going to take magic theory next semester
1:22 AM: But now it’s swimming time. That’s right, speedo!
5:15 AM: Time for sleep. Call me on your way back tomorrow if you want! Let me know when you’re back on campus!
11:12 AM: Good morning!
11:13 AM: Hurry back! I miss you!
2:44 PM: Are you back yet? :D
9:31 AM: Gooood morning!
10:13 AM: I think I’ll go busk some more today. I think I’ll try guitar and singing instead of violin today
2:23 PM: Violin definitely is more successful
2:41 PM: Gonna head to Perez for a while, spend some time with trees
4:03 PM: Very peaceful here, once you get away from the gangs. Picnic sometime?
4:14 PM: Miss you lots!
6:23 PM: Gonna go work at the greenhouse but phone will be on
11:08 PM: Patrol time
Friday, March 25
1:03 AM: Nothing like kicking Nazi ass to end the night on a high note
1:27 AM: Sleepy time. Tomorrow’s your last day! Almost time for you to come back :D
5:39 AM: Good morning! Today’s your last day in Mexico :D
7:33 AM: I think I’ll go help out at the hospital this morning. Good way to distract myself from missing you for a bit
12:07 PM: Phew! Done at hospital. Hard work but rewarding
12:09 PM: Still missing you!
12:55 PM: Gonna spend more time in Perez
4:18 PM: Think I’m gonna take a nap. I’d say see you in my dreams but that’d be really cheesey
6:44 PM: Naps rock
7:03 PM: So what do you want to do when you get back? I want you to have a lot of fun make up for your bad week
11:28 PM: Think I’ll go hang out in the commons for a bit. Call and say hi if you want!
Saturday, March 26
1:21 AM: I think I’m going to take magic theory next semester
1:22 AM: But now it’s swimming time. That’s right, speedo!
5:15 AM: Time for sleep. Call me on your way back tomorrow if you want! Let me know when you’re back on campus!
11:12 AM: Good morning!
11:13 AM: Hurry back! I miss you!
2:44 PM: Are you back yet? :D
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